DO NOT FORGET
WHAT I AM.
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roleplay.
young pit fighter vander au.
written by berry.
Shirt back on. An exaggerated, looow ✨bow✨ before he leaves him to his daydreaming.
Shirt back on. An exaggerated, looow ✨bow✨ before he leaves him to his daydreaming.
side eyeing him.
❓
side eyeing him.
❓
“Think that’ll hold?” Harlan asks, dubious.
Vander claps him on the shoulder, standing, a smirk on his face. “Not even a little.”
Greer snorts. “Guess we’ll find out the fun way.”
“Think that’ll hold?” Harlan asks, dubious.
Vander claps him on the shoulder, standing, a smirk on his face. “Not even a little.”
Greer snorts. “Guess we’ll find out the fun way.”
Vander twists the wrench, gritting his teeth as the rusted bolt resists. His forearms strain, but with a sharp creak, the pipe gives way just enough for him to jam a sealant patch over the crack. He wipes —
Vander twists the wrench, gritting his teeth as the rusted bolt resists. His forearms strain, but with a sharp creak, the pipe gives way just enough for him to jam a sealant patch over the crack. He wipes —
Vander huffs. “And when it floods mid-shift? You plannin’ on swimmin’ to the stockroom?”
Harlan grumbles something under his breath, but kneels beside him anyway, passing over the wrench.
Across the room, Greer kicks at a loose —
Vander huffs. “And when it floods mid-shift? You plannin’ on swimmin’ to the stockroom?”
Harlan grumbles something under his breath, but kneels beside him anyway, passing over the wrench.
Across the room, Greer kicks at a loose —